You are in the taste of blotted lipstick
on the lip crests of my morning.
You are the swift stroke and new razor
greeting the rough-hewn stubble of my face.
You are every drop of wet
in the shower of memory.

pETEthePoet

coffee & a laptop, what other superpowers do you need?

Peter N. Liptak

Of the poems you will see here, some are new and some are old, some are hesitant and some bold, some even snuck up on me and took me by surprise, so treat them well with a good read and a thought or two, then leave them with a pat on the head. They deserve it, don’t you?